Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

The paper door was opened silently at some point, and Madara sat there leaning against the paper door, covering his abdomen.

There was no expression on his face, he just simply talked about the lack of divine power.

Was this guy pretending to sleep just now?

Shenwei smiled and didn't care why he appeared here again even though he was clearly asleep.

He took action again and said: "It's really not strong enough. I decided to eat well and eat more to gain more strength."

He clapped several times in succession, just like before, he kept clapping even the straw.

Madara looked at his back and asked him as if he were chatting, "Why do you suddenly want to learn taijutsu?"

The previous Kamui was not interested in these things. I don’t know if it was because his mother raised him as a girl. In contrast, he seemed to be more willing to pick up needles and threads instead of kunai.

But now...

Shenwei was still dealing painless damage to the wooden stake, saying as he hit, "I want to protect you, brother. If I am very skilled, the wound on your abdomen may be avoided now, isn't it?"

Kamui turned back and raised his chin at Madara. Madara frowned for a moment, but his expression soon returned to normal.

He said nonchalantly: "Your body..."

"I know my body well, Madara, I don't want to be treated like a loser," he said with a smile and said, "You don't want a loser brother either, right?"

"No," Madara shook his head. He lowered his head. He didn't know whether it was because of the injury or something else. He looked weak and lacked energy.

He said: "I never thought you were useless, as long as you live, it's enough..."

"If my poor health is allowed to continue to deteriorate, then I will probably die before I survive."

Hearing this, Madara's eyes suddenly widened, and there was a flash of fear in his moist, dark eyes.

Kamui didn't see the complicated look in Madara's eyes. He took back the hand that was patting the wooden stake. As he pulled back, a withered yellow straw fell to the ground. Kamui smiled with the corners of his lips curled up and bent down to pick up the straw. The straw was picked up.

He turned to face Madara, staring at the straw in his hand, his eyes as bright as tempered fire.

As long as there are enough times and enough effort, even a soft palm can break the rice stem.

"As long as you live, that's what you want. But I don't want to be a waste anymore. I want the ability to protect myself."

Madara looked up and saw the light in Kamui's eyes. He saw unshakable determination and ambition in the eyes of a 12-year-old child, which was really unfamiliar.

"Madara, you can't protect me forever. What if you die before me? What should I do? Do I count on Myoko Togakure and Izuna?"

"..."

"It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others," he proudly showed the straw in his hand to Madara, and the smile on his lips spread like water ripples, "I just want to survive in this war-torn era."

Madara raised his head to look at the withered straw in his hand, and heard Kamui change his tone, saying in a slightly coquettish tone: "Brother, help me."

He was smiling, but there was no joy in his eyes.

After watching him for a few seconds, Madara nodded slightly, "Okay, I'll help you."

"Really?" Shenwei didn't seem to believe it.

"Yes," Madara nodded again and said, "I will share my food with you from now on."

Divine power:......

Gan!

Just like the plan from the beginning, if you want to get rid of the name of trash, you need to be able to use it. Just relying on being a blood pack is not only not a help to Kamui, but also a great drag on him.

Who doesn’t want to be the protagonist in their own life?

Being someone else's vassal will never erase the name of trash for the rest of your life.

The Uchiha clan is the most warlike, and if Kamui wants to change, he must become a person who can fight.

And if you want to become a person who can fight, you must first change this frail body. He firmly believes that as long as this body gets better, it is not impossible for Lin Daiyu to uproot the weeping willow.

In the following period, Kamui was on the road of eating and eating like crazy, never to return.

Adhering to the truth that the more you eat, the stronger you grow, he can eat two people at one meal, once or twice is fine, but if it happens too often, even his family can't stand it.

Togakushi: "Brother, don't you feel sick in your stomach after eating so much? Yesterday afternoon I saw you holding your stomach in the corner of the backyard and vomiting."

Kamui ignored him and kept holding the bowl and shoveling the white rice into his mouth. Madara glanced at him and silently gave him half of the rice in his bowl, fulfilling his original promise.

When he thought about this guy knowing what he meant but pretending to be confused, Kamui couldn't help but glare at him.

As if he couldn't see it, Madara finished dividing the rice and immersed himself in eating again without even looking at him.

Kamui was so angry that he chewed big mouthfuls as if he had a grudge against the rice. Izuna looked at Madara and Kamui, thought about it, and decided to share the rice in his bowl with Kamui.

"Second brother, I'll give you mine too." In Quan Nai's eyes, whatever the elder brother does is right, there is definitely nothing wrong with imitating his every move.

Before the bowl was delivered to Kamui, Madara intercepted him halfway. He pushed the bowl back to Izuna and said warmly: "Kamui, that's enough for him. Don't you want to grow up quickly, Izuna?" When you are older, you need to eat more and eat quickly."

Myoko looked at the three of them and Togakushi with suspicion, "Is the second brother planning to make up for all the meals he missed in the past?"

Togakure looked at Kamui with a distressed expression as he gulped down the rice, fearing that he would accidentally choke to death on the rice.

But after hearing Miao Gao's words, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and he suddenly put both hands on his rice bowl to protect him.

He stared at Shenwei warily, fearing that Shenwei would come to snatch his food after finishing all the rice in his bowl.

After all, he had done this kind of thing before.

The living conditions during the Warring States Period were not really good. Rice, grilled fish, pickles, some seasonal vegetables and miso soup were all.

Shenwei ate for almost a month. After surviving the initial gastrointestinal discomfort, he gradually adapted to the amount of food and gained three pounds as expected.

It can be seen from this that if you want to go from a skinny chicken to a normal person's weight, it is feasible to eat more.

While gaining weight, Shenwei was still thinking about how to replace the few wooden piles in the yard with the styles he wanted.

He rashly ran to tell Tajima that Tajima must not take it seriously, and the only person in this family who has the right to speak in front of Tajima is Madara.

As the young leader of the Uchiha clan, and someone who is very likely to become the clan leader in the future, Tajima does not look at him simply as a son, but as a successor. This is why he can talk to Tajima. reason.

To achieve his wish, Kamui still has to rely on Madara.

The wound on the abdomen gradually healed after nearly a month of rest.

After recovering, Madara resumed his previous training. In addition to collective training with the children of the tribe, he would also use these wooden stakes in the backyard for additional training when he returned home.

Determined to become stronger, Shenwei no longer hangs out with girls all day long, nor does he follow his mother to sew needlework.

Although he didn't like Madara's awkward personality very much, he had to be by his side all the time.

That afternoon, after the group training, Madara returned to the backyard to practice more. Togakushi and Myoko followed their father Tajima to the battlefield. Izuna was young, and her stomach was growling with hunger long after training. At this time, she would definitely Go into the kitchen to find something to eat.

In the backyard, there were only two brothers - Madara, who was practicing his taijutsu against the wooden stakes, and Kamui, who was sitting on the edge of the river watching him practice.

The wooden stake stood there straight, and could only passively withstand attacks but could not move or fight back.

Kamui watched boredly as Madara groaned and punched and palmed. It was fine for a few minutes, but after too much, he couldn't help but yawn.

When it comes to martial arts, we have to look at the Chinese.

When watching the Fourth Ninja War, Madara's physical skills were really excellent, but compared to the excellence at that time, there was about a Pacific Ocean in between.

With this kind of practice, when can I reach that level?

Kamui couldn't stand it any longer, and he couldn't help but say: "Fighting with a dead thing that doesn't move will get twice the result with half the effort."

Hearing this, Madara came back to his senses and looked at him. He wiped the sweat off his face, with some disdain in his eyes, as if to say, don't pretend to understand.

"It won't hide when you punch, and it won't attack when you defend. It just stands there and lets you hit. If you can't even hit the spot where you want to land your punch, then what's the point of training every day? Isn’t practicing in vain?”

Madara frowned, thinking, and felt that what Kamui said seemed to make sense.

Seeing him wavering, Kamui immediately hit the snake and said: "If Myoko and Togakushi are at home, they can still be your sparring partners, but now they are not here. Izuna is too young and the gap between you is too big to be a partner at all." Sparring partner, if I... forget it, I can't do it now."

I talked a lot, but few words were useful.

Madara rolled his eyes where Kamui couldn't see him, and his voice was a little unhappy, "If you say it, you haven't said it. Do you have a good idea?"

Shenwei does not deny this, he really has a good idea!